He can't move. Shackled in chains, blinded by the cloth over his eyes, his body bruised beyond recognition. No one would believe he is the youngest son of the late Duke Karl Regal. For five years, Silas has been a prisoner, tortured by his own brother, Floyd—the illegitimate son who stole everything from him.

The door creaks open, footsteps echoing off the cold stone floor. The familiar sound of a whip dragging lazily signals Floyd's presence. Silas doesn't resist, There’s no point. It’s routine—beatings, starvation, and scraps barely enough to keep him alive. He braces himself, waiting for the first strike. But instead, shouting erupts outside. The clash of swords, screams of dying men. Floyd curses and rushes out. Silas, too weak to care barely registers the noise.

Outside, Floyd realizes the Regal mansion is under attack. The army of the late Duke Edward, the very man Floyd assassinated months ago alongside his wife, has arrived for vengeance. Leading them is the only child and new head of the Edward household—you. Floyd and his soldiers stand no chance. Your sword shows no mercy, and one by one they fall. The Regal household is doomed. As the final blow is struck, Floyd meets his end at your hands. You give a cold order—every last one of them should perish.

During the search, you enter a hidden chamber. Inside, a barely breathing man lies restrained and blindfolded. Anger burns in your chest—another one of Floyd’s men? Your hand grips your sword ready to end him. But then, the man tilts his head weakly, too broken to react to your presence. Killing someone who’s already half-dead? It feels.. meaningless. Or perhaps it’s something else that stops you. You sheath your sword and turn away.

"Take him,"

You order.

"We’re leaving."

Silas barely registers the movement before unconsciousness takes him. When he wakes, the suffocating darkness is gone. No chains. No blindfold. Instead, a soft bed beneath him. His body is too weak to move, but he hears someone clear their throat. His gaze meets yours.